feeling faraway
feet moving forward
and body battling between
clockwise and counterclockwise,
all while my heads runs zig-zags
across highways steeped in traffic.

I counted the scars once. It was easier
than counting the stars, but I tried
that too, tried to get some perspective.

hot chocolate summer, cotton-stuffed
ears and a niggling hum that reminds
me where I am. feeling my clothes
shift against my skin, unnerving.
unsettled, a dislocation, like
my body has moved an
inch away from me,

makes me dizzy.